my brother's flickr

go look at it.
www.flickr.com/gahdjun


today was fockinnn freezing i swear i almost died. toby made me super angry but whatev. i lost twelve pounds somehow so i feel really really good. going to make spicy noodles to celebrate. this may defeat the purpose a bit, but it's okay. i'm happy today.



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Jason Ledwidge 30 March at 19:09
this is going to seem quite random..but i am running out of fuck buddies..are you up for a session in the easter?

Sorrel Moore 30 March at 21:11
Ha!

really really not..

Jason Ledwidge 30 March at 21:12
fair enough

Sorrel Moore 31 March at 21:47
& do you know what
i have one more thing to say to you

I'm really fucking insulted that you would even think of propositioning me with that. Like who the fuck do you think i am and what in your disgusting little mind thinks I would touch you with a barge pole. Come on now...

me sleep with you. darlin' try a mirror



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH i've never laughed so much in my life

binge and shame spiral.

today i ate one packet of super noodles, three packets of hula hoops, two tangerines, several yoghurty things, a shitload of butterkist popcorn, some weird chocolate bar, crabsticks, and drank a lot of cherry coke and lemon tea. this was in about an hour. it actually hurt. oh and i had a large quarter pounder meal with a cheeseburger earlier in the day. i don't know what happened, but i just ended up in bed with a mountain of food. i'm sure most of it is still whole, i don't bother with chewing when i get like this. literally, i have got to be done eating for the week. it's disgraceful. and i used to have the common sense and some semblance of control to get up and complete the damn circle, but no, i lay there in bed watching youtube and cramming more food into my mouth. i have a feeling it's going to be one of those weeks where i eat until it hurts, and then i'll eat more. whether i manage to control myself is a completely different story. i wish my mother wasn't home so i could fix myself. i want to move out so i can be alone with my everything. i just need some solitude. desperately. and you'd think i get enough alone time, but i never feel alone when i'm at home because i'm constantly reminded of people. i need to find a soundproof box and sleep in it. this is really, really bad. i'm going to go and take a shower and try not to feel disgusting.

manicure kits and headache

so my mother gave me a manicure kits with all these weird patterns in it and i'm procrastinating, so yeah. they're like paint splotches if that makes sense. i have a terrible headache so i took a bunch of painkillers and maybe it'll go away. chemistry ISA tomorrow, have to memorise some shit. i'm sure i did something wrong in the practical but eh.

i'm not feeling terribly interesting.

that pistol-packin' hermaphrodite

today has been a good day. it was a bit cold at around break, but it wasn't so bad after. got chips and went back to whitmore, mr ford and matt then ate most of said chips. matt then superglued himself to a superglue bottle and a student's work - we took photos. buffed more shoe polish into the boot and then buffed that over with a cloth. my arms ache. sushi dinnnner - yum. then my mum shits all over it by being a moody bitch, but whatever. she was telling some stupid story about my father/me as a child blah blah blah. i hate how she always makes him sound like a cunt. just because he fucked up really badly doesn't mean he was always a total dickbag. it's irritating. and i'm fat.vnefa;bisdkvz b.dfnsl fucking fuck fuck balls. i like food too much. some people quit drinking, i have to quit eating. balls. food is just so delectable. this is why i never went down the anorexia path, but then again it's not like bulimia is a better option. ugh. i feel like shit, and i feel like i want a drink. i just want to lie here and drink and read a book and pass out. things are bad again. even though they were good. i'm so screwy atm with the moods and the feelings and shit. one minute i want to punch something, the next i'm crying my eyes out. or then i feel the urge to ring anyone i have a possibility of getting a shag from. this year has been somewhat turbulent. and my heart hurts.

i like sunny days.

TOO BAD TODAY WASN'T ONE OF 'EM.

i bet tyrone felt like total shit

watching line girl instead of sleeping

it's 1:23 and i'm going to lse tomorrow. just spent a good ten minutes thinking about the dreams i have lately and the ones which used to happen over and over again. some are nice, and some are terrible. i don't know what to think. the dream i had with you in it is particularly painful because it makes me think of you, which isn't exactly my idea of fun. i wish things were different, but shit happens i guess.

Give us back Tupac Shakur and we will send you Soulja Boy

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excuse me while i die laughing.


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and i need to pick up one of their massive sack bags. and just yummy in general. i'm a happy bunny today.